The timing was perfect. Too early, and the Yellow Turban army might be scared away; too late, and Lady Zou might suffer a terrible fate.
It was about striking the right rhythm, arriving at the perfect ti.
The perfect pace—not too slow, not too fast—to get there in ti, rescue Lady Zou, and leave her no ti to explain. He could take her back and rape her first!
Once they were comfortable with each other, even if Zhang Ji saw it, he could claim Lady Zou had been kidnapped by the Yellow Turbans, and he had rescued her while attacking the Yellow Turban rebels in Anyi City, taking her as a concubine because of her beauty.
Then, even Zhang Ji would have no grounds for complaint; it wasn't like he had forcibly taken her.
Even if he was angry, it wouldn't be towards him. He couldn't protect his wife; she had been taken from him. Who could he bla?
The long-dormant desire could finally be released. Just thinking about it made Lu Ming incredibly excited.
This was exactly the feeling he wanted, this was exactly the effect he wanted.
He hadn't been with a woman for days; enduring this long was a testant to his strong will.
At this mont, the system's intelligence told him that a beautiful married woman, even Cao Cao would be captivated by, was passing by, and he could satisfy his lust. Not acting now would be a disservice to himself and his manhood.
Han Xian was initially stunned by Madam Zou's beauty, but the shouts of battle ahead prevented him from imdiately regaining his composure.
It was entirely because a beautiful and elegant mature woman was before him, distracting him and diverting his attention!
By the ti he reacted, Lu Ming had already charged into the center, unmatched in combat. All his n seed like wooden statues before him!
If he had faced a coordinated battle formation, with shields to block, spear thrusts, and archer attacks, Lu Ming certainly wouldn't have broken through so easily.
The key issue was the Yellow Turbans' poor equipnt. Most were swept in during the initial invasion, their weapons limited to wooden spears. This illustrates the extent of their lack of resources; they lacked even iron weapons—their equipnt was rudintary to the extre!
Such a rebel army was destined to have low morale. They might be effective in a favorable situation, but in a disadvantageous battle, they were simply a joke.
Lu Ming, however, saw through this. He led the charge, using overwhelming pressure to force the Yellow Turban soldiers to their breaking point. When fear reached its peak, their legs went weak, and they couldn't even move!
Xiang Yu was able to break through the encirclent of tens of thousands of troops with only twenty-eight knights by exploiting this montum and the weaknesses of their formation.
Now, Lu Ming was replicating this, but with only minor difficulty.
His personal guards began to coordinate their attacks, with swordsn and shield-wielding infantryn in front, blocking attacks while simultaneously counterattacking.
The halberd-wielding soldiers used long halberds, similar to spears, but with hooked tips. Skilled users could even use them to pull away enemy weapons.
Archers, on the other hand, drew their bows, aid, and fired a single shot to the throat, leaving no chance for the enemy to recover.
A hit to the face, throat, or heart—weak points—was often an instant kill.
Even if the arrow hit other areas, a follow-up shot from a soldier in front could finish the job.
Killing enemies earned experience.
Soldiers also needed experience to level up. While the specific rules for transporting them were unknown, killing usually yielded the most experience.
Slash wounds were also possible, but less common.
Only by fighting and participating in battles could one gain experience.
These second-tier troops, while not exactly like tigers among sheep, demonstrated overwhelming superiority against the Yellow Turban rebels.
Four or five hundred Yellow Turban soldiers stood in the way, utterly powerless to resist. Even those who charged forward, howling, were quickly cut down.
The well-organized attack formation of the imperial guards resembled a at grinder; anyone who went in would die!
Faced with this situation, a sense of fear began to spread.
When the death toll exceeded four hundred, soone shouted, and everyone fled in terror, too afraid to confront the governnt troops.
Even Lu Ming, who had charged in, was unhard, showing no fear whatsoever, treating these ambushing bandits as re toys for his amusent!
"Don't run! Anyone who dares to run! Grab your weapons and charge! They're so few, what are they afraid of! Why run!" Faced with the formidable enemy, Han Xian finally turned his attention back, stunned by the sight of the governnt soldiers relentlessly cutting down the grass.
He had fought his entire life, following the Yellow Turban Rebellion from the ti of Zhang Jiao's uprising, experiencing countless battles large and small, including one against the Xiongnu.
But he had never seen soldiers with such fighting prowess, completely different from the soldiers who had previously besieged them!
Especially the commander at the front, he was practically a demon, utterly terrifying!
How could such a terrifying person exist?!
Thud! Thud!
Ah! Ah!
Even with Han Xian relentlessly cutting down fleeing soldiers, the rout was becoming increasingly difficult to stop. Once the rout began, turning the tide was virtually impossible.
In just a few minutes, Lu Ming burst in front of Han Xian, mounted on his warhorse, looking down at the Yellow Turban leader reeking of body odor. The two characters "Han Xian" were etched on his forehead; it was impossible not to recognize him!
He only glanced at her briefly, catching only a glimpse of Zou's profile. Her long, dark hair clung to her face, her features were dignified and beautiful, and her clothes were neat and tidy; she didn't appear to have been insulted.
Even just her profile exuded a captivating and alluring charm!
Her hands were as white as jade, and her neck, like that of a swan, was exquisitely slender. It was unimaginable what kind of spiritual essence could have nurtured such a beauty!
However, being a man who had been with many won, withstood the pressure from the Yuan family, and had even been deceived by the current emperor, Lu Ming was only slightly shocked before recovering. He pointed his gun at Han Xian, "You're a man of your stature, I'll spare your life. Heh, you're quite sothing, but how much? Tell Yang Feng for that I thank him!"
"Don't be so arrogant! Spare my life! Bah! You're the one who should die! You little bastard! When I was out traveling the country, you were probably still playing in the mud! *Splat!*" Han Xian had barely finished speaking when his throat was pierced, his eyes fixed on Lu Ming, a look of unresolved resentnt in his eyes as he died!
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